SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

NIRVANA'S POV I lay flat on my back and stared up at the dark ceiling of my bedroom. Sleep absolutely refused to come to me tonight. Every single time I closed my eyes, the heavy and overwhelming presence of Adrian pinning me against the kitchen counter returned to my mind. I felt the intense heat of his breath washing over my jawline. I felt his large hands gripping my bare thighs with absolute possession. He had been so incredibly close to completely losing his control. I heard the loud bang of the front door closing hours ago. I knew he left the house. I knew he was regretting what almost happened between us in the dark. But I did not regret a single second of it. I would not.My mind forcefully shifted to the stain on Ronan's shirt. It was blood. I was definitely sure of it. I needed to stop thinking about my brother and his secrets. I needed to distract myself from the terrifying reality creeping into my life. Because the more I thought about it, the more it was bound to drive

Adrian's POV The continuous, heavy knock pounded against the doors and it ripped me entirely out of the moment. "Nirvana," a thick voice shouted from the hallway and I hissed.I stepped backward immediately, putting several feet of distance between my body and the desk. I dragged a harsh hand down my face. I was incredibly annoyed with myself. I had completely lost my control in a lecture hall of all places. Shit. I was reckless. I adjusted my dress shirt and pulled the collar straight. My jaw tightened as I forced my breathing to level out before anyone could see the state I was in.I walked up to the door, grabbed the lock and turned it before I pulled the door open. A young boy stood in the hallway, his fist raised and ready to knock again. He lowered his hand the second the door opened. But I did not think I'd seen him before. I stared at him.His shirt was perfectly tailored and tucked into high-waisted, slim trousers. His fingernails were neatly manicured and covered in a c

ADRIAN'S POV "Fuck," I exclaimed loudly. I ran my hand roughly over my face and rubbed my eyes. The word was a heavy curse directed entirely at myself. What was wrong with me? I stared down at her kneeling on the floor. These were the exact things that always aroused me before tonight. This aggressive and straightforward submission was exactly what I usually looked for to relieve my stress after a long day of dealing with club business. A willing woman on her knees was supposed to be the ultimate turn on for any man in my position. Now, looking at Daniella, it just irritated me immensely. It felt cheap, forced, and entirely hollow. She was not the woman I wanted on her knees. But Daniella completely misunderstood my curse. She took my exclamation as a sign of deep arousal. She smiled widely and leaned forward again. She reached her hands out to grip my length through my shorts once more. My patience vanished instantly. I stepped back quickly before her hands could make cont

Adrian's POV I walked down the thick carpet of the restaurant hallway, keeping my steps fast and hard. My phone had vibrated in my pocket five minutes ago with a message from one of my guys. A guy from a rival club was sitting at a table right in the restaurant. His crew had been testing my patience and crossing into my territory for the last few weeks. I drove down here tonight for one reason only. I needed to pull him outside and deal with him before things got loud and messy inside a place we owned. I was sure he had intentionally come to my territory. But then, Wayne texted me right after. He told me Ronan had took Nirvana there for dinner tonight. Panic hit my chest instantly. The place was not safe. It made me furious. I found Ronan's reserved table, but she was not sitting with him. He was busy talking business with some man that he didn't even notice when I entered. It was a waitress who told me the young woman he brought had walked off toward the back. I knew wher

"You lied to me," I said. My voice was loud and steady in the quiet garage. "You stood in that restaurant and told me my painting was just a crude financial investment. You expect me to believe you bought the one piece of art my mother stole from me just to flip it for profit?" Adrian tossed the dirty towel onto the wooden workbench. He turned his body to fully face me. "You should not be here, Nirvana. It is late. Ronan will lose his mind if he checks and finds your room empty." "I do not care about Ronan right now," I told him. I closed the remaining distance between us and stopped just a few feet away from his bare chest. "I care about the gold plaque on that wall. I care about the fact that you insulted my work to push me away. Stop treating me like a piece of luggage you can just hand off to my brother when things get complicated. I am not a child. Tell me the truth." My direct confrontation completely stripped away his cold and indifferent act he tried so hard to maintain i